4/17/13
There’s something that happens every single year since the earth began its lazy pirouette around the sun. It’s a reward unlike any other, and everybody can reap the benefits. Highly anticipated, always celebrated, this beats Christmas 9 times out of 10. It’s Warm Time.
After a long winter nothing is more welcoming than a sunny day. Sundresses get to stretch their fabric and breath a warm spring wind carrying all the eaus of a season’s blossoms. These sundresses get worn by females who have spent the winter in hibernation from the public eye, the sudden change in style awakens the surrounding males considerably. Such males will then put down the Xbox remote and wander outside to hopefully catch another peak. Spring fever is but one delightful consequence of Warm Time.
Perhaps the best part about warm time is that frisbee skills upgrade from useless winter hobby to god-like sunshine asset. Frisbees that have been hung up for the wind and rain are called upon for their destiny, to soar on the winds of change. Everybody wants to have a throw because if it falls, you can laugh at yourself, in the sunshine! Perhaps a throw hits some unsuspecting hiptser right in the back of the neck, no worries dude! It’s a beautiful day!
Human interaction is easy during Warm Time because it provides comfort and commonality. It’s the most universal unspoken holiday ever.
When Warm Time hits, everything that sucks somehow gets swept under the rug. Getting up way too early is suddenly a breeze. Morning light dances through your window and beckons you to go outside and have a tall glass of Vitamin D au naturel. Even picking up after your dog is now totally do-able because at the end of a sunny day, everybody poops. Listening to your significant other complain about work is much easier now that you can nod convincingly while you space out into an epic sunset.
If you’ve felt the weight of this winter bring you down, fear not, the weather renaissance is fast approaching. My suggestion is to clear some time out in the coming days to fully realize Warm Time’s awesome potential.
I
myself refuse to wait so I’m going to Hawaii on Monday for some artificial—yet
totally real—Warm Time.
Smiles, blooms, beers. 2011 Spokane, WA